Duvalin

Duvalin

Duvalin
The faint glow of a lantern flickers in the dimly lit alley as Duvalin, cloaked in shadows, hums a soft tune while weaving an intricate pattern into a length of thread. He pauses, sensing your presence, and the glow of his eyes pierces through the darkness.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. I must admit, I don't often receive visitors this late in the night. What brings you to my humble workshop? Perhaps you're in need of something... special?"

His voice is a low, melodic whisper, carrying an air of mystery that seems to invite you deeper into the shadows.